Twas the night before Winter's Veil and all through the fort,
Not a soldier was stirring, not even the Orcs
Requisitions were tied to the hawk's legs with care
In hopes that Saurfang would soon be there.
The Grunts were bleeding, wounded and sighing
While hope of reinforcements brought peace to the dying.
Feralmoon in her armor, and I with my shield,
Looked at the enemy gathered upon the field.
When out to the West there arose a great howl,
Startled Feralmoon turned giving a scowl.
We ran towards the sound and to the top of the wall
Peering over the battlements eyes widened in awe.
The pale moon shining on the field did show
Distant forms coming nearer over the snow.
The group became clearer the closer they came
A band of great worgs with fierce untamed manes.
The riders were fierce, brutish, and large
Yet soon it became clear who was leading the charge.
All on the battlements gave out a great shout,
For we knew it was Saurfang who rode on that mount.
Faster then the wind the soldiers approached
Saurfang barked orders to slay those who encroached
"Now Bornak, Now Dugathar you are with me!
Sarlog and Gorerend follow the banner of Hellscream!"
Defend the main gate, Reinforce the wall!
Now Slash away Slash away Slash away all!"
The eyes of the Orcs shone like the fires of Hell,
While like ripened wheat before a scythe the enemy fell.
From his saddle to the ground Saurfang bounded,
While the Scourge all around him looked quite confounded.
He was covered in armor from his head to his feet,
And his axe gleamed while carving through the rotten meat.
A pack of supplies he loosed from his back,
As he prepared himself for another attack
His eyes they did narrow, his grip he had tightened,
The scourge nearest to him stepped back frightened.
His graying hear in the moonlight glowed,
While his keen blade through his opponents flowed.
His body was covered in the gore he had shed
We cheered on the ramparts in spite of the dead.
He said not a word, made not a sound
Instead he turned and mounted his hound.
He gathered his riders and prepared to move out,
For there remained many warbands he needed to route.
He cried over his shoulder as he moved out of sight,
"Lok'tar Horde, Enjoy victory this night!"